Lou Cheng arrived in Songcheng three hours later than expected. By the time he returned to campus, it was dinner time. The entire dormitory was empty, without a single person in it.
He put down his backpack and leisurely went to the cafeteria. He ordered a series of dishes such as shredded pork with garlic sauce and boiled pork slices. He placed them neatly, took a picture, and sent it to Yan Zheke.
After eating to his heart's content but alone, he walked in the direction of the Martial Arts Club to digest. The setting sun shone on the Weishui Lake as if it was plated with a layer of golden red.
As he approached the stadium, Lou Cheng suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out. It was Li Mao, who was in the second semester of his senior year, wearing a thin turtleneck sweater and a casual jacket.
"Hi, Senior Brother Li Mao. Extra training?" He took the initiative to greet him.
Li Mao answered with a hearty smile, "No, I've been training all morning. If I come again, I'll be injured. I just finalized the offer and signed a three-party agreement. I'm a little bit … Well, how do I put it? Anyway, I just want to come and have a look."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Finalized? Weren't you hesitating before? "Lou Cheng didn't continue the sad topic. He changed the topic to something happy.
"Yes, I'm going to the capital. I'll take the chance while I'm still young." Li Mao's face showed some complacency, and then he laughed at himself. "After a few years, when I can't afford a house in the capital, I'll take the money I saved and go back to my hometown, open a martial arts club, and get married."
He had the strength of a top Professional Ninth Pin fighter, and his professional grades were above average. He was quite popular with the companies that had come to the on-campus recruitment and had received several offers.
"You're slandering the capital again!" Lou Cheng joked.
Li Mao wanted to say something casually, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't say anything. Many memories and feelings surged in his heart, making it difficult for him to control himself.
He took a breath and said with a smile and a sigh,
"Cheng, thank you so much. Thank you so much, Coach Shi, and all of you. If you hadn't given up on me and kept encouraging me, I would have left the Martial Arts Club a long time ago and become a coward for the rest of my life. Once I encounter a challenging environment again, I will definitely be nervous, anxious, and perform abnormally …"
"There's no need for that, Senior Li Mao. You have to work hard to overcome your inner demons in order to walk out of it. We're only responsible for cheering you on." Lou Cheng didn't take the credit for himself and waved his hand with a smile.
Li Mao couldn't help but laugh. Then, he let out a long sigh.
"Two years ago, I never even dreamed that I would become a top Professional Ninth Pin fighter and lift the national championship trophy. These two years have been like a dream …"
After sighing for a while, he changed the topic and talked about the new national competition in April. "I still haven't understood the meaning of 'withdraw'. It's the same for Talker and Deng Yang. When the time comes, you don't have to consider me in the competition. Give the freshmen more chances to temper themselves."
"Don't worry about the 'Dan stage'. Think about it, Lin Que was already a Professional Ninth Pin fighter when he entered the school. He only officially broke through at the end of his freshman year. You guys have only been training for less than a year. What's the hurry? Do you think you're more talented than Lin Que? Do you think you're more hardworking and hardworking than him? "Lou Cheng reminded Li Mao not to be so anxious.
Going from a Professional Ninth Pin fighter to a Dan stage in one year was enough to be a Heavenly Son candidate!
As for his Dan stage in half a year, others couldn't compare to him because he had a "cheating device" …
Li Mao nodded slowly and said with a self-deprecating smile, "That's right. After hearing what you said, we still have a long way to go … Sigh, we've been working hard to make it to the national competition and share your burden."
"That's not necessary. Our goal this year is to have no goal …" Lou Cheng laughed and described the actual situation. "Relax. It's normal to take three to five years to go from a top Professional Ninth Pin fighter to a Dan stage. Eight to ten years isn't considered long. Many people can't even reach the threshold after ten to twenty years. They can only watch their Qi and blood deteriorate and lose hope."
This kind of thing can't depend on a person or a special case. Look at me and Lin Que. You have to look at the statistics!
"Hiss …" Li Mao sucked in a breath of cold air.
He knew it was difficult to reach the Dan stage, but he didn't know how difficult it was. He only saw his teammates achieve it in one and a half years. He also saw that Shanbei, Huahai, and Capital Martial Arts Clubs didn't lack new breakthroughs.
"Fortunately, I didn't focus on martial arts …" Li Mao sighed. "Then I'll set a limit of ten years, no, five years. I'll lose my drive if I stay too long."
Speaking of this, he asked curiously, "Cheng, how many Dan stage fighters do you think our Martial Arts Club will have in the next two years?"
"Deng Yang is relatively stable. At most one year, at least half a year. As for the others, not including our junior brothers and sisters next year, we can have at most two Dan stage fighters. It's not surprising if one doesn't make it. In fact, the probability is quite high." Lou Cheng knew Li Mao's temperament and frankly stated his judgment.
This was a university Martial Arts Club, not a top force or an advanced martial arts school where many talents gathered.
Li Mao listened seriously and didn't mention this matter again. He chatted with Lou Cheng about the recent situation of the Martial Arts Club. At the end of the conversation, he suddenly laughed bitterly.
"Suddenly, I don't want to graduate. I want to stay in university like this …"
Hearing this, Lou Cheng suddenly had many feelings. Yes, these two years were so beautiful and memorable. He couldn't bear to leave!
Although his heart was in turmoil, he still followed the characteristics of the "Talker" and said,
"Senior Brother Li Mao, you have to think carefully. You will continue to not have a girlfriend in university."
Li Mao was stunned and couldn't say anything. He could only wave his hand and say goodbye with clenched teeth.
Really, do I have to make these two men cry? Looking at Li Mao's back, Lou Cheng complained about him and himself. Then he turned around and walked back to the dormitory.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Cai Xiaoming sitting on the simple sofa in the living room. He was playing with his phone while the TV was on.
When he heard the commotion, he raised his head and exclaimed, "Oh,
"You're back? I admire your perseverance and persistence! "
Before Lou Cheng answered, Cai Zongming looked around and hesitated for a moment.
"Cheng, I want to ask you something. You have to be honest."
"I'll confess! I'll confess, okay? I ate the bag of beef jerky you put on the table. "Lou Cheng raised his hand and laughed.
With a kick of his heel, he closed the door.
"I knew it was you!" Cai Zongming shook his finger in annoyance. After a while, he remembered that this wasn't what he wanted to ask about.
He pondered for a few seconds and said, "Cheng, how likely do you think I am to comprehend" withdraw "and enter the Dan stage before graduation?"
Seeing that Cai Zongming was so serious, Lou Cheng gave up the joking answer. He thought seriously and said,
"It's hard to say. This kind of thing depends on talent, opportunity, and your own understanding. If you can find the 'strength' to move yourself and fight for it, it's hard to say this semester, but there's still hope before your senior year. Actually, you don't have to rush. You're only half a year older than me. There's still more than seven years to go before you're 29. Take one step at a time and your chances of entering the Dan stage won't be low."
"It's as if you didn't say anything." Cai Zongming shook his head and smiled with a complicated expression.
"Uh, I remember you said that you pursued martial arts because you didn't want to repeat your father's life. You didn't want to return to a small city like a pool of stagnant water. You didn't want to be able to imagine what it's like to be 30 or 40 years old when you're only 23 or 24 years old. There won't be many changes. You should seriously ponder about this feeling, this impulse, and see if you can draw strength from it."
Hearing this, Cai Zongming suddenly leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. He said in an ambiguous tone,
"During Chinese New Year, my father had a heart attack and almost couldn't be saved … The doctor said that he was too tired and overworked. He had to take good care of himself in the future …"
"After such an incident, his body collapsed a lot. The company is not only my family's property, but also the livelihood of many relatives on both sides. It's impossible to sell it just like that. Even if we find a professional manager, he might not be able to control those guys. Hey, those guys …"
"If I can't reach the Dan stage before graduation, I don't think I can say it in front of my parents as a professional ninth pin drifting in the capital …"
He described it calmly without revealing any emotion, making it impossible for Lou Cheng to comfort him. He could only pat Little Ming on the shoulder and say,
"So, work hard. At times like this, the strong have to change their fate!"
"F * ck off! Can't you be more serious? " Cai Zongming couldn't help but laugh. He was in a better state and didn't talk about what happened just now. He thought about it and said, "I probably don't have much hope of reaching the Dan stage this semester. I can only rely on you in the national competition. If you can beat Peng Leyun and Fang Zhirong, Little Yang and I can definitely beat that Explosion Maniac together."
Lou Cheng was stunned for a moment. The corner of his mouth twitched. "You really think highly of me …"
"If you can exhaust most of Fang Zhirong's strength, we can also fight." Cai Zongming took a step back.
"I'm not the reincarnation of Buddha. Whether I can beat Priest or not is still uncertain, let alone challenge Fang Zhirong." Lou Cheng answered self-consciously.
"Priest? Damn, you've even given Peng Leyun a nickname? Tsk, you're not good at giving nicknames. It's not funny at all … "Little Ming's attention was quickly diverted. He cheered up and remembered what someone said just now." Cheng, you're exaggerating. My birthday is on June 2nd, so I'm only four months older than you. You actually said it was half a year! "
"It's just rounding off."
"Yeah, 'four' is rounding off!"
"But I think you're wrong. It should be eight months. So, you're one year older than me …"
"…"
…
As the group of people from Songcheng University trained hard and Lou Cheng went back and forth to America again, the beginning of April came. The new University Martial Arts Nationals was officially held in Huahai.
PS: Looking for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Monday!
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